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twg_000000014500 | You boggle shrewdly; every feather starts you. Is this the man you speak of? DIANA. Ay, my lord. KING. Tell me, sirrah, but tell me true I charge you, Not fearing the displeasure of your master, Which on your just proceeding, Ill keep off, By him and by this woman here what know you? PAROLLES. So please your majesty, my | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014501 | master hath been an honourable gentleman. Tricks he hath had in him, which gentlemen have. KING. Come, come, to the purpose. Did he love this woman? PAROLLES. Faith, sir, he did love her; but how? KING. How, I pray you? PAROLLES. He did love her, sir, as a gentleman loves a woman. KING. How is that? PAROLLES. He lovd her, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014502 | sir, and lovd her not. KING. As thou art a knave and no knave. What an equivocal companion is this! PAROLLES. I am a poor man, and at your majestys command. LAFEW. Hes a good drum, my lord, but a naughty orator. DIANA. Do you know he promised me marriage? PAROLLES. Faith, I know more than Ill speak. KING. But | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014503 | wilt thou not speak all thou knowst? PAROLLES. Yes, so please your majesty. I did go between them as I said; but more than that, he loved her, for indeed he was mad for her, and talked of Satan, and of Limbo, and of furies, and I know not what: yet I was in that credit with them at that | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014504 | time that I knew of their going to bed; and of other motions, as promising her marriage, and things which would derive me ill will to speak of; therefore I will not speak what I know. KING. Thou hast spoken all already, unless thou canst say they are married; but thou art too fine in thy evidence; therefore stand aside. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014505 | This ring, you say, was yours? DIANA. Ay, my good lord. KING. Where did you buy it? Or who gave it you? DIANA. It was not given me, nor I did not buy it. KING. Who lent it you? DIANA. It was not lent me neither. KING. Where did you find it then? DIANA. I found it not. KING. If | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014506 | it were yours by none of all these ways, How could you give it him? DIANA. I never gave it him. LAFEW. This womans an easy glove, my lord; she goes off and on at pleasure. KING. This ring was mine, I gave it his first wife. DIANA. It might be yours or hers for ought I know. KING. Take | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014507 | her away, I do not like her now. To prison with her. And away with him. Unless thou tellst me where thou hadst this ring, Thou diest within this hour. DIANA. Ill never tell you. KING. Take her away. DIANA. Ill put in bail, my liege. KING. I think thee now some common customer. DIANA. By Jove, if ever I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014508 | knew man, twas you. KING. Wherefore hast thou accusd him all this while? DIANA. Because hes guilty, and he is not guilty. He knows I am no maid, and hell swear tot: Ill swear I am a maid, and he knows not. Great King, I am no strumpet, by my life; I am either maid, or else this old mans | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014509 | wife. [_Pointing to Lafew._] KING. She does abuse our ears; to prison with her. DIANA. Good mother, fetch my bail. Stay, royal sir; [_Exit Widow._] The jeweller that owes the ring is sent for, And he shall surety me. But for this lord Who hath abusd me as he knows himself, Though yet he never harmd me, here I quit | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014510 | him. He knows himself my bed he hath defild; And at that time he got his wife with child. Dead though she be, she feels her young one kick; So theres my riddle: one thats dead is quick, And now behold the meaning. Enter Widow with Helena. KING. Is there no exorcist Beguiles the truer office of mine eyes? Ist | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014511 | real that I see? HELENA. No, my good lord; Tis but the shadow of a wife you see, The name, and not the thing. BERTRAM. Both, both. O, pardon! HELENA. O, my good lord, when I was like this maid; I found you wondrous kind. There is your ring, And, look you, heres your letter. This it says, When from | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014512 | my finger you can get this ring, And is by me with child, &c. This is done; Will you be mine now you are doubly won? BERTRAM. If she, my liege, can make me know this clearly, Ill love her dearly, ever, ever dearly. HELENA. If it appear not plain, and prove untrue, Deadly divorce step between me and you! | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014513 | O my dear mother, do I see you living? LAFEW. Mine eyes smell onions; I shall weep anon. [_to Parolles_] Good Tom Drum, lend me a handkercher. So, I thank thee. Wait on me home, Ill make sport with thee. Let thy courtesies alone, they are scurvy ones. KING. Let us from point to point this story know, To make | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014514 | the even truth in pleasure flow. [_To Diana._] If thou beest yet a fresh uncropped flower, Choose thou thy husband, and Ill pay thy dower; For I can guess that by thy honest aid, Thou keptst a wife herself, thyself a maid. Of that and all the progress more and less, Resolvedly more leisure shall express. All yet seems well, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014515 | and if it end so meet, The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet. [_Flourish._] [EPILOGUE] _The kings a beggar, now the play is done; All is well ended if this suit be won, That you express content; which we will pay With strife to please you, day exceeding day. Ours be your patience then, and yours our parts; Your | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014516 | gentle hands lend us, and take our hearts._ [_Exeunt omnes._] THE TRAGEDY OF ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Contents ACT I Scene I. Alexandria. A Room in Cleopatras palace. Scene II. Alexandria. Another Room in Cleopatras palace. Scene III. Alexandria. A Room in Cleopatras palace. Scene IV. Rome. An Apartment in Caesars House Scene V. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. ACT | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014517 | II Scene I. Messina. A Room in Pompeys house. Scene II. Rome. A Room in the House of Lepidus. Scene III. Rome. A Room in Caesars House. Scene IV. Rome. A street. Scene V. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. Scene VI. Near Misenum. Scene VII. On board Pompeys Galley, lying near Misenum. ACT III Scene I. A plain in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014518 | Syria. Scene II. Rome. An Ante-chamber in Caesars house. Scene III. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. Scene IV. Athens. A Room in Antonys House. Scene V. Athens. Another Room in Antonys House. Scene VI. Rome. A Room in Caesars House. Scene VII. Antonys Camp near the Promontory of Actium. Scene VIII. A plain near Actium. Scene IX. Another part | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014519 | of the Plain. Scene X. Another part of the Plain. Scene XI. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. Scene XII. Caesars camp in Egypt. Scene XIII. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. ACT IV Scene I. Caesars Camp at Alexandria. Scene II. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. Scene III. Alexandria. Before the Palace. Scene IV. Alexandria. A Room in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014520 | the Palace. Scene V. Antonys camp near Alexandria. Scene VI. Alexandria. Caesars camp. Scene VII. Field of battle between the Camps. Scene VIII. Under the Walls of Alexandria. Scene IX. Caesars camp. Scene X. Ground between the two Camps. Scene XI. Another part of the Ground. Scene XII. Another part of the Ground. Scene XIII. Alexandria. A Room in the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014521 | Palace. Scene XIV. Alexandria. Another Room. Scene XV. Alexandria. A monument. ACT V Scene I. Caesars Camp before Alexandria. Scene II. Alexandria. A Room in the Monument. Dramatis Person MARK ANTONY, Triumvir OCTAVIUS CAESAR, Triumvir LEPIDUS, Triumvir SEXTUS POMPEIUS, DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS, friend to Antony VENTIDIUS, friend to Antony EROS, friend to Antony SCARUS, friend to Antony DERCETUS, friend to Antony | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014522 | DEMETRIUS, friend to Antony PHILO, friend to Antony MAECENAS, friend to Caesar AGRIPPA, friend to Caesar DOLABELLA, friend to Caesar PROCULEIUS, friend to Caesar THIDIAS, friend to Caesar GALLUS, friend to Caesar MENAS, friend to Pompey MENECRATES, friend to Pompey VARRIUS, friend to Pompey TAURUS, Lieutenant-General to Caesar CANIDIUS, Lieutenant-General to Antony SILIUS, an Officer in Ventidiuss army EUPHRONIUS, an | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014523 | Ambassador from Antony to Caesar ALEXAS, attendant on Cleopatra MARDIAN, attendant on Cleopatra SELEUCUS, attendant on Cleopatra DIOMEDES, attendant on Cleopatra A SOOTHSAYER A CLOWN CLEOPATRA, Queen of Egypt OCTAVIA, sister to Caesar and wife to Antony CHARMIAN, Attendant on Cleopatra IRAS, Attendant on Cleopatra Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendants SCENE: Dispersed, in several parts of the Roman Empire. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014524 | ACT I SCENE I. Alexandria. A Room in Cleopatras palace. Enter Demetrius and Philo. PHILO. Nay, but this dotage of our generals Oerflows the measure. Those his goodly eyes, That oer the files and musters of the war Have glowed like plated Mars, now bend, now turn The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front. His captains | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014525 | heart, Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper And is become the bellows and the fan To cool a gipsys lust. Flourish. Enter Antony and Cleopatra, her Ladies, the Train, with Eunuchs fanning her. Look where they come: Take but good note, and you shall see in him The triple | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014526 | pillar of the world transformd Into a strumpets fool. Behold and see. CLEOPATRA. If it be love indeed, tell me how much. ANTONY. Theres beggary in the love that can be reckoned. CLEOPATRA. Ill set a bourn how far to be beloved. ANTONY. Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth. Enter a Messenger. MESSENGER. News, my good | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014527 | lord, from Rome. ANTONY. Grates me, the sum. CLEOPATRA. Nay, hear them, Antony. Fulvia perchance is angry; or who knows If the scarce-bearded Caesar have not sent His powerful mandate to you: Do this or this; Take in that kingdom and enfranchise that. Performt, or else we damn thee. ANTONY. How, my love? CLEOPATRA. Perchance! Nay, and most like. You | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014528 | must not stay here longer; your dismission Is come from Caesar; therefore hear it, Antony. Wheres Fulvias process?Caesars I would say? Both? Call in the messengers. As I am Egypts queen, Thou blushest, Antony, and that blood of thine Is Caesars homager; else so thy cheek pays shame When shrill-tongued Fulvia scolds. The messengers! ANTONY. Let Rome in Tiber melt, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014529 | and the wide arch Of the ranged empire fall! Here is my space. Kingdoms are clay. Our dungy earth alike Feeds beast as man. The nobleness of life Is to do thus [_Embracing_]; when such a mutual pair And such a twain can dot, in which I bind, On pain of punishment, the world to weet We stand up peerless. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014530 | CLEOPATRA. Excellent falsehood! Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her? Ill seem the fool I am not. Antony Will be himself. ANTONY. But stirred by Cleopatra. Now, for the love of Love and her soft hours, Lets not confound the time with conference harsh. Theres not a minute of our lives should stretch Without some pleasure now. What | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014531 | sport tonight? CLEOPATRA. Hear the ambassadors. ANTONY. Fie, wrangling queen! Whom everything becomesto chide, to laugh, To weep; whose every passion fully strives To make itself, in thee fair and admired! No messenger but thine, and all alone Tonight well wander through the streets and note The qualities of people. Come, my queen, Last night you did desire it. Speak | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014532 | not to us. [_Exeunt Antony and Cleopatra with the Train._] DEMETRIUS. Is Caesar with Antonius prized so slight? PHILO. Sir, sometimes when he is not Antony, He comes too short of that great property Which still should go with Antony. DEMETRIUS. I am full sorry That he approves the common liar who Thus speaks of him at Rome, but I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014533 | will hope Of better deeds tomorrow. Rest you happy! [_Exeunt._] SCENE II. Alexandria. Another Room in Cleopatras palace. Enter Enobarbus, a Soothsayer, Charmian, Iras, Mardian and Alexas. CHARMIAN. Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most anything Alexas, almost most absolute Alexas, wheres the soothsayer that you praised so to th queen? O, that I knew this husband which you say must charge | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014534 | his horns with garlands! ALEXAS. Soothsayer! SOOTHSAYER. Your will? CHARMIAN. Is this the man? Ist you, sir, that know things? SOOTHSAYER. In natures infinite book of secrecy A little I can read. ALEXAS. Show him your hand. ENOBARBUS. Bring in the banquet quickly; wine enough Cleopatras health to drink. CHARMIAN. Good, sir, give me good fortune. SOOTHSAYER. I make not, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014535 | but foresee. CHARMIAN. Pray, then, foresee me one. SOOTHSAYER. You shall be yet far fairer than you are. CHARMIAN. He means in flesh. IRAS. No, you shall paint when you are old. CHARMIAN. Wrinkles forbid! ALEXAS. Vex not his prescience. Be attentive. CHARMIAN. Hush! SOOTHSAYER. You shall be more beloving than beloved. CHARMIAN. I had rather heat my liver with | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014536 | drinking. ALEXAS. Nay, hear him. CHARMIAN. Good now, some excellent fortune! Let me be married to three kings in a forenoon and widow them all. Let me have a child at fifty, to whom Herod of Jewry may do homage. Find me to marry me with Octavius Caesar, and companion me with my mistress. SOOTHSAYER. You shall outlive the lady | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014537 | whom you serve. CHARMIAN. O, excellent! I love long life better than figs. SOOTHSAYER. You have seen and proved a fairer former fortune Than that which is to approach. CHARMIAN. Then belike my children shall have no names. Prithee, how many boys and wenches must I have? SOOTHSAYER. If every of your wishes had a womb, And fertile every wish, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014538 | a million. CHARMIAN. Out, fool! I forgive thee for a witch. ALEXAS. You think none but your sheets are privy to your wishes. CHARMIAN. Nay, come, tell Iras hers. ALEXAS. Well know all our fortunes. ENOBARBUS. Mine, and most of our fortunes tonight, shall be drunk to bed. IRAS. Theres a palm presages chastity, if nothing else. CHARMIAN. Een as | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014539 | the oerflowing Nilus presageth famine. IRAS. Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot soothsay. CHARMIAN. Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful prognostication, I cannot scratch mine ear. Prithee, tell her but workaday fortune. SOOTHSAYER. Your fortunes are alike. IRAS. But how, but how? give me particulars. SOOTHSAYER. I have said. IRAS. Am I not an inch of fortune | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014540 | better than she? CHARMIAN. Well, if you were but an inch of fortune better than I, where would you choose it? IRAS. Not in my husbands nose. CHARMIAN. Our worser thoughts heavens mend! Alexascome, his fortune! his fortune! O, let him marry a woman that cannot go, sweet Isis, I beseech thee, and let her die too, and give him | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014541 | a worse, and let worse follow worse, till the worst of all follow him laughing to his grave, fiftyfold a cuckold! Good Isis, hear me this prayer, though thou deny me a matter of more weight; good Isis, I beseech thee! IRAS. Amen. Dear goddess, hear that prayer of the people! For, as it is a heartbreaking to see a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014542 | handsome man loose-wived, so it is a deadly sorrow to behold a foul knave uncuckolded. Therefore, dear Isis, keep decorum and fortune him accordingly! CHARMIAN. Amen. ALEXAS. Lo now, if it lay in their hands to make me a cuckold, they would make themselves whores but theyd dot! Enter Cleopatra. ENOBARBUS. Hush, Here comes Antony. CHARMIAN. Not he, the queen. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014543 | CLEOPATRA. Saw you my lord? ENOBARBUS. No, lady. CLEOPATRA. Was he not here? CHARMIAN. No, madam. CLEOPATRA. He was disposed to mirth; but on the sudden A Roman thought hath struck him. Enobarbus! ENOBARBUS. Madam? CLEOPATRA. Seek him and bring him hither. Wheres Alexas? ALEXAS. Here, at your service. My lord approaches. Enter Antony with a Messenger. CLEOPATRA. We will | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014544 | not look upon him. Go with us. [_Exeunt Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, Iras, Alexas and Soothsayer._] MESSENGER. Fulvia thy wife first came into the field. ANTONY. Against my brother Lucius. MESSENGER. Ay. But soon that war had end, and the times state Made friends of them, jointing their force gainst Caesar, Whose better issue in the war from Italy Upon the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014545 | first encounter drave them. ANTONY. Well, what worst? MESSENGER. The nature of bad news infects the teller. ANTONY. When it concerns the fool or coward. On. Things that are past are done with me. Tis thus: Who tells me true, though in his tale lie death, I hear him as he flattered. MESSENGER. Labienus This is stiff newshath with his | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014546 | Parthian force Extended Asia from Euphrates His conquering banner shook from Syria To Lydia and to Ionia, Whilst ANTONY. Antony, thou wouldst say MESSENGER. O, my lord! ANTONY. Speak to me home; mince not the general tongue. Name Cleopatra as she is called in Rome; Rail thou in Fulvias phrase, and taunt my faults With such full licence as both | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014547 | truth and malice Have power to utter. O, then we bring forth weeds When our quick minds lie still, and our ills told us Is as our earing. Fare thee well awhile. MESSENGER. At your noble pleasure. [_Exit Messenger._] Enter another Messenger. ANTONY. From Sicyon, ho, the news? Speak there! SECOND MESSENGER. The man from Sicyon ANTONY. Is there such | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014548 | a one? SECOND MESSENGER. He stays upon your will. ANTONY. Let him appear. [_Exit second Messenger._] These strong Egyptian fetters I must break, Or lose myself in dotage. Enter another Messenger with a letter. What are you? THIRD MESSENGER. Fulvia thy wife is dead. ANTONY. Where died she? THIRD MESSENGER. In Sicyon: Her length of sickness, with what else more | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014549 | serious Importeth thee to know, this bears. [_Gives a letter._] ANTONY. Forbear me. [_Exit third Messenger._] Theres a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire it. What our contempts doth often hurl from us, We wish it ours again. The present pleasure, By revolution lowering, does become The opposite of itself. Shes good, being gone. The hand could pluck her | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014550 | back that shoved her on. I must from this enchanting queen break off. Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know, My idleness doth hatch. How now, Enobarbus! Enter Enobarbus. ENOBARBUS. Whats your pleasure, sir? ANTONY. I must with haste from hence. ENOBARBUS. Why then we kill all our women. We see how mortal an unkindness is to them. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014551 | If they suffer our departure, deaths the word. ANTONY. I must be gone. ENOBARBUS. Under a compelling occasion, let women die. It were pity to cast them away for nothing, though, between them and a great cause they should be esteemed nothing. Cleopatra, catching but the least noise of this, dies instantly. I have seen her die twenty times upon | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014552 | far poorer moment. I do think there is mettle in death which commits some loving act upon her, she hath such a celerity in dying. ANTONY. She is cunning past mans thought. ENOBARBUS. Alack, sir, no; her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love. We cannot call her winds and waters sighs and tears; they | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014553 | are greater storms and tempests than almanacs can report. This cannot be cunning in her; if it be, she makes a shower of rain as well as Jove. ANTONY. Would I had never seen her! ENOBARBUS. O, sir, you had then left unseen a wonderful piece of work, which not to have been blest withal would have discredited your travel. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014554 | ANTONY. Fulvia is dead. ENOBARBUS. Sir? ANTONY. Fulvia is dead. ENOBARBUS. Fulvia? ANTONY. Dead. ENOBARBUS. Why, sir, give the gods a thankful sacrifice. When it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a man from him, it shows to man the tailors of the earth; comforting therein that when old robes are worn out, there are members to make | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014555 | new. If there were no more women but Fulvia, then had you indeed a cut, and the case to be lamented. This grief is crowned with consolation; your old smock brings forth a new petticoat: and indeed the tears live in an onion that should water this sorrow. ANTONY. The business she hath broached in the state Cannot endure my | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014556 | absence. ENOBARBUS. And the business you have broached here cannot be without you, especially that of Cleopatras, which wholly depends on your abode. ANTONY. No more light answers. Let our officers Have notice what we purpose. I shall break The cause of our expedience to the Queen, And get her leave to part. For not alone The death of Fulvia, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014557 | with more urgent touches, Do strongly speak to us, but the letters too Of many our contriving friends in Rome Petition us at home. Sextus Pompeius Hath given the dare to Caesar, and commands The empire of the sea. Our slippery people, Whose love is never linked to the deserver Till his deserts are past, begin to throw Pompey the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014558 | Great and all his dignities Upon his son, who, high in name and power, Higher than both in blood and life, stands up For the main soldier; whose quality, going on, The sides o th world may danger. Much is breeding Which, like the coursers hair, hath yet but life And not a serpents poison. Say our pleasure To such | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014559 | whose place is under us, requires Our quick remove from hence. ENOBARBUS. I shall dot. [_Exeunt._] SCENE III. Alexandria. A Room in Cleopatras palace. Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Alexas and Iras. CLEOPATRA. Where is he? CHARMIAN. I did not see him since. CLEOPATRA. See where he is, whos with him, what he does. I did not send you. If you find | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014560 | him sad, Say I am dancing; if in mirth, report That I am sudden sick. Quick, and return. [_Exit Alexas._] CHARMIAN. Madam, methinks, if you did love him dearly, You do not hold the method to enforce The like from him. CLEOPATRA. What should I do I do not? CHARMIAN. In each thing give him way; cross him in nothing. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014561 | CLEOPATRA. Thou teachest like a fool: the way to lose him. CHARMIAN. Tempt him not so too far; I wish, forbear. In time we hate that which we often fear. But here comes Antony. Enter Antony. CLEOPATRA. I am sick and sullen. ANTONY. I am sorry to give breathing to my purpose CLEOPATRA. Help me away, dear Charmian! I shall | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014562 | fall. It cannot be thus long; the sides of nature Will not sustain it. ANTONY. Now, my dearest queen CLEOPATRA. Pray you, stand farther from me. ANTONY. Whats the matter? CLEOPATRA. I know by that same eye theres some good news. What, says the married woman you may go? Would she had never given you leave to come! Let her | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014563 | not say tis I that keep you here. I have no power upon you; hers you are. ANTONY. The gods best know CLEOPATRA. O, never was there queen So mightily betrayed! Yet at the first I saw the treasons planted. ANTONY. Cleopatra CLEOPATRA. Why should I think you can be mine and true, Though you in swearing shake the throned | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014564 | gods, Who have been false to Fulvia? Riotous madness, To be entangled with those mouth-made vows Which break themselves in swearing! ANTONY. Most sweet queen CLEOPATRA. Nay, pray you seek no colour for your going, But bid farewell and go. When you sued staying, Then was the time for words. No going then, Eternity was in our lips and eyes, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014565 | Bliss in our brows bent; none our parts so poor But was a race of heaven. They are so still, Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world, Art turned the greatest liar. ANTONY. How now, lady! CLEOPATRA. I would I had thy inches, thou shouldst know There were a heart in Egypt. ANTONY. Hear me, queen: The strong necessity | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014566 | of time commands Our services awhile, but my full heart Remains in use with you. Our Italy Shines oer with civil swords; Sextus Pompeius Makes his approaches to the port of Rome; Equality of two domestic powers Breed scrupulous faction; the hated, grown to strength, Are newly grown to love; the condemned Pompey, Rich in his fathers honour, creeps apace | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014567 | Into the hearts of such as have not thrived Upon the present state, whose numbers threaten; And quietness, grown sick of rest, would purge By any desperate change. My more particular, And that which most with you should safe my going, Is Fulvias death. CLEOPATRA. Though age from folly could not give me freedom, It does from childishness. Can Fulvia | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014568 | die? ANTONY. Shes dead, my queen. Look here, and at thy sovereign leisure read The garboils she awaked; at the last, best, See when and where she died. CLEOPATRA. O most false love! Where be the sacred vials thou shouldst fill With sorrowful water? Now I see, I see, In Fulvias death how mine received shall be. ANTONY. Quarrel no | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014569 | more, but be prepared to know The purposes I bear; which are, or cease, As you shall give th advice. By the fire That quickens Nilus slime, I go from hence Thy soldier, servant, making peace or war As thou affects. CLEOPATRA. Cut my lace, Charmian, come! But let it be; I am quickly ill and well, So Antony loves. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014570 | ANTONY. My precious queen, forbear, And give true evidence to his love, which stands An honourable trial. CLEOPATRA. So Fulvia told me. I prithee, turn aside and weep for her, Then bid adieu to me, and say the tears Belong to Egypt. Good now, play one scene Of excellent dissembling, and let it look Like perfect honour. ANTONY. Youll heat | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014571 | my blood. No more. CLEOPATRA. You can do better yet, but this is meetly. ANTONY. Now, by my sword CLEOPATRA. And target. Still he mends. But this is not the best. Look, prithee, Charmian, How this Herculean Roman does become The carriage of his chafe. ANTONY. Ill leave you, lady. CLEOPATRA. Courteous lord, one word. Sir, you and I must | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014572 | part, but thats not it; Sir, you and I have loved, but theres not it; That you know well. Something it is I would O, my oblivion is a very Antony, And I am all forgotten. ANTONY. But that your royalty Holds idleness your subject, I should take you For idleness itself. CLEOPATRA. Tis sweating labour To bear such idleness | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014573 | so near the heart As Cleopatra this. But, sir, forgive me, Since my becomings kill me when they do not Eye well to you. Your honour calls you hence; Therefore be deaf to my unpitied folly, And all the gods go with you! Upon your sword Sit laurel victory, and smooth success Be strewed before your feet! ANTONY. Let us | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014574 | go. Come. Our separation so abides and flies That thou, residing here, goes yet with me, And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee. Away! [_Exeunt._] SCENE IV. Rome. An Apartment in Caesars House. Enter Octavius [Caesar], Lepidus and their train. CAESAR. You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth know, It is not Caesars natural vice to hate Our great competitor. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014575 | From Alexandria This is the news: he fishes, drinks, and wastes The lamps of night in revel: is not more manlike Than Cleopatra, nor the queen of Ptolemy More womanly than he; hardly gave audience, or Vouchsafed to think he had partners. You shall find there A man who is the abstract of all faults That all men follow. LEPIDUS. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014576 | I must not think there are Evils enough to darken all his goodness. His faults in him seem as the spots of heaven, More fiery by nights blackness; hereditary Rather than purchased; what he cannot change Than what he chooses. CAESAR. You are too indulgent. Lets grant it is not Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy, To give | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014577 | a kingdom for a mirth, to sit And keep the turn of tippling with a slave, To reel the streets at noon, and stand the buffet With knaves that smell of sweat. Say this becomes him As his composure must be rare indeed Whom these things cannot blemishyet must Antony No way excuse his foils when we do bear So | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014578 | great weight in his lightness. If he filled His vacancy with his voluptuousness, Full surfeits and the dryness of his bones Call on him fort. But to confound such time That drums him from his sport, and speaks as loud As his own state and ours, tis to be chid As we rate boys who, being mature in knowledge, Pawn | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014579 | their experience to their present pleasure And so rebel to judgment. Enter a Messenger. LEPIDUS. Heres more news. MESSENGER. Thy biddings have been done, and every hour, Most noble Caesar, shalt thou have report How tis abroad. Pompey is strong at sea, And it appears he is beloved of those That only have feared Caesar. To the ports The discontents | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014580 | repair, and mens reports Give him much wronged. CAESAR. I should have known no less. It hath been taught us from the primal state That he which is was wished until he were, And the ebbed man, neer loved till neer worth love, Comes deared by being lacked. This common body, Like to a vagabond flag upon the stream, Goes | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014581 | to and back, lackeying the varying tide, To rot itself with motion. Enter a second Messenger. SECOND MESSENGER. Caesar, I bring thee word Menecrates and Menas, famous pirates, Make the sea serve them, which they ear and wound With keels of every kind. Many hot inroads They make in Italythe borders maritime Lack blood to think ontand flush youth revolt. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014582 | No vessel can peep forth but tis as soon Taken as seen; for Pompeys name strikes more Than could his war resisted. CAESAR. Antony, Leave thy lascivious wassails. When thou once Was beaten from Modena, where thou slewst Hirtius and Pansa, consuls, at thy heel Did famine follow, whom thou foughtst against, Though daintily brought up, with patience more Than | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014583 | savages could suffer. Thou didst drink The stale of horses and the gilded puddle Which beasts would cough at. Thy palate then did deign The roughest berry on the rudest hedge. Yea, like the stag when snow the pasture sheets, The barks of trees thou browsed. On the Alps It is reported thou didst eat strange flesh Which some did | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014584 | die to look on. And all this It wounds thine honour that I speak it now Was borne so like a soldier that thy cheek So much as lanked not. LEPIDUS. Tis pity of him. CAESAR. Let his shames quickly Drive him to Rome. Tis time we twain Did show ourselves i th field, and to that end Assemble we | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014585 | immediate council. Pompey Thrives in our idleness. LEPIDUS. Tomorrow, Caesar, I shall be furnished to inform you rightly Both what by sea and land I can be able To front this present time. CAESAR. Till which encounter It is my business too. Farewell. LEPIDUS. Farewell, my lord. What you shall know meantime Of stirs abroad, I shall beseech you, sir, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014586 | To let me be partaker. CAESAR. Doubt not, sir. I knew it for my bond. [_Exeunt._] SCENE V. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras and Mardian. CLEOPATRA. Charmian! CHARMIAN. Madam? CLEOPATRA. Ha, ha! Give me to drink mandragora. CHARMIAN. Why, madam? CLEOPATRA. That I might sleep out this great gap of time My Antony is away. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014587 | CHARMIAN. You think of him too much. CLEOPATRA. O, tis treason! CHARMIAN. Madam, I trust not so. CLEOPATRA. Thou, eunuch Mardian! MARDIAN. Whats your highness pleasure? CLEOPATRA. Not now to hear thee sing. I take no pleasure In aught an eunuch has. Tis well for thee That, being unseminared, thy freer thoughts May not fly forth of Egypt. Hast thou | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014588 | affections? MARDIAN. Yes, gracious madam. CLEOPATRA. Indeed? MARDIAN. Not in deed, madam, for I can do nothing But what indeed is honest to be done. Yet have I fierce affections, and think What Venus did with Mars. CLEOPATRA. O, Charmian, Where thinkst thou he is now? Stands he, or sits he? Or does he walk? Or is he on his | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014589 | horse? O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony! Do bravely, horse, for wotst thou whom thou movst? The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm And burgonet of men. Hes speaking now, Or murmuring Wheres my serpent of old Nile? For so he calls me. Now I feed myself With most delicious poison. Think on me That am with | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014590 | Phbus amorous pinches black, And wrinkled deep in time? Broad-fronted Caesar, When thou wast here above the ground, I was A morsel for a monarch. And great Pompey Would stand and make his eyes grow in my brow; There would he anchor his aspect, and die With looking on his life. Enter Alexas. ALEXAS. Sovereign of Egypt, hail! CLEOPATRA. How | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014591 | much unlike art thou Mark Antony! Yet, coming from him, that great medicine hath With his tinct gilded thee. How goes it with my brave Mark Antony? ALEXAS. Last thing he did, dear queen, He kissedthe last of many doubled kisses This orient pearl. His speech sticks in my heart. CLEOPATRA. Mine ear must pluck it thence. ALEXAS. Good friend, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014592 | quoth he, Say, the firm Roman to great Egypt sends This treasure of an oyster; at whose foot, To mend the petty present, I will piece Her opulent throne with kingdoms. All the east, Say thou, shall call her mistress. So he nodded And soberly did mount an arm-gaunt steed, Who neighed so high that what I would have spoke | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014593 | Was beastly dumbed by him. CLEOPATRA. What, was he sad or merry? ALEXAS. Like to the time o th year between the extremes Of hot and cold, he was nor sad nor merry. CLEOPATRA. O well-divided disposition!Note him, Note him, good Charmian, tis the man; but note him: He was not sad, for he would shine on those That make | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014594 | their looks by his; he was not merry, Which seemed to tell them his remembrance lay In Egypt with his joy; but between both. O heavenly mingle!Best thou sad or merry, The violence of either thee becomes, So does it no man else.Metst thou my posts? ALEXAS. Ay, madam, twenty several messengers. Why do you send so thick? CLEOPATRA. Whos | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014595 | born that day When I forget to send to Antony Shall die a beggar.Ink and paper, Charmian. Welcome, my good Alexas.Did I, Charmian, Ever love Caesar so? CHARMIAN. O that brave Caesar! CLEOPATRA. Be choked with such another emphasis! Say the brave Antony. CHARMIAN. The valiant Caesar! CLEOPATRA. By Isis, I will give thee bloody teeth If thou with Caesar | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014596 | paragon again My man of men. CHARMIAN. By your most gracious pardon, I sing but after you. CLEOPATRA. My salad days, When I was green in judgment, cold in blood, To say as I said then. But come, away, Get me ink and paper. He shall have every day a several greeting, Or Ill unpeople Egypt. [_Exeunt._] ACT II SCENE | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014597 | I. Messina. A Room in Pompeys house. Enter Pompey, Menecrates and Menas in warlike manner. POMPEY. If the great gods be just, they shall assist The deeds of justest men. MENECRATES. Know, worthy Pompey, That what they do delay they not deny. POMPEY. Whiles we are suitors to their throne, decays The thing we sue for. MENECRATES. We, ignorant of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014598 | ourselves, Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers Deny us for our good; so find we profit By losing of our prayers. POMPEY. I shall do well. The people love me, and the sea is mine; My powers are crescent, and my auguring hope Says it will come to th full. Mark Antony In Egypt sits at dinner, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014599 | and will make No wars without doors. Caesar gets money where He loses hearts. Lepidus flatters both, Of both is flattered; but he neither loves Nor either cares for him. MENAS. Caesar and Lepidus Are in the field. A mighty strength they carry. POMPEY. Where have you this? Tis false. MENAS. From Silvius, sir. POMPEY. He dreams. I know they | 60 | gutenberg |
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